"Can I touch you?"
I don't know.
Can you?
You've never
asked before.
You just do as
you please.
And this is almost
scaring me.
Even more than when you
don't even say anything.
But I've seen more
than just this.
So it isn't shocking.
"Do you want me to touch you?"
I don't know.
Do you?
It doesn't really matter.
"No."
How does it even matter
what I say?
Grab my hair.
Tie my hands.
Get it over with.
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A/N Looks like I am writing more of depressing stuff...
Love,
Anshara.❤
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